Uncle History and the Music Box

A muffled music box
Is the first thing Uncle History remembers
How he went searching for it
In the sad palace
Looked high and low
Everyone has this
This musical toy
That can’t be found
Now he’s old and thinks
He’ll soon lie
Beneath the earth
Where music
Is concerned
It’s not likely
Underground
But the tune
He remembers
Was indistinct
This might mean everything

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